Sarah was outside on the phone when she called out to me and said, "Mum, how did Blair get outside?" (that's my cat, btw) I ran outside and sure enough there she was across the road in the yard of the neighbor who has a really vicious dog. She finally let me catch her with a few hisses and I brought her inside only to have her run out thru the back door where Sarah's dog is. We're all freaking, chasing her, when suddenly the real Blair saunters out from behind a chair and wanders outside to see what all the commotion is about. Yep, we'd kidnapped the wrong cat. Poor thing escaped our clutches luckily and we all fell about laughing hysterically and decided we're branding Blair somehow... just in case.